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Abracadabra Lyrics Artist(Band):These Arms Are Snakes
Tapping hopelessly on plastic keys. A bottle of friendly next to me and it never gets done. It never gets done. Midnight oil tapped clear. A lobotomy in action. Hitting walls at the turn of my head. It's a quail's call echoing in the head. The fingers move small emotion like ligaments strung out, taught like string. Limp like dead fish trying to find water to breathe. Overworn and confused. Reaching in air for words I'd hoped to appear. What was put in the system last night is smelling up the skin. It's open like deep sky. I need a lift in my head. I need hours in a day. I want to hide behind the dresses of women I've never met. It works well this way this machine-like function. Eyes swollen over halfway shut. It works well this way. Looking into walls. Fishing for humans in a moat. It never gets done. With this it never gets done. It's open like deep skies, like deep skies falling on the pillars of demon gods. Sometimes the hands just fall on the book of a god. Clenching your teeth hope he'd finally give you a nod. Save me please. If you find some error in Abracadabra Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to irishmarigold@gmail.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Abracadabra The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "These Arms Are Snakes" Music | | ||||||||||||
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